Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

her heart thrums in her chest, carrying the fevered blood faster thru her veins; reacting solely and strongly to the touch of his muzzle against the curve of her scarred shoulder, a sharp breath given at the growl she can feel vibrating from his throat. his touch brushing down his neck, lingering before it rises to her notched ear.

the brush of his tongue draws a soft, sensual noise from her — though she could only feel the push of the air, the soft vibration from her throat as it leaves her.

towhee'd never felt this war of both wanting to be closer, to let her control further spiral away whilst feeling powerful.

it was bizarre. it was beautiful.

she does another slow circle; coquettish as she rubs her body alongside his, finding a strange but far from unpleasant intoxication to the melding of their scents, the heat of his body.

she aims to nibble at his jaw, and draw her tongue against the love-bites. but she is burning hotter; a wardrum whose beats are reaching its crescendo...

burning for him.

she comes to a stop before him, her golden gaze searching his earthen gaze for a moment before she turns her back to him, glancing over her shoulder: the invitation clear.